HYFR (Hell Ya Fucking Right)

Gotta do what I gotta do
 Yeah
 Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
 Or they go to Georgia State where
 Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
 That she only see when she feels obligated
 Admitted it to me the first time we dated
 But she was no angel, and we never waited
 I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
 So we took it to go, told 'em don't even plate it
 And we never talked too much after I blew up
 Just only "hello" or "happy belated"
 And I think I text her and told her I made it
 And that's when she text me and told me she prayed it
 And that's when I text her and told her I love her
 Then right after, texted and told her I'm faded
 She asked
 What have I learned since getting richer?
 I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures
 I learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture
 Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fucking with ya, damn
 Is it the fall? Time for me to revisit the past
 There's women to call, there's albums to drop, there's liquor involved
 There's stories to tell, we been through it all
 Interviews are like confessions
 Get the fuck about my dressing room, confusing me with questions like
 Do you love this shit?
 Are you high right now?
 Do you ever get nervous?
 Are you single?
 I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
 You getting money?
 You think them niggas you with is with you?
 And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
 Fucking right, fucking right, alright
 And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
 Fucking right, fucking right, alright
 Uh, so much for being optimistic
 They say love is in the air, so I
 Hold my breath 'til my face turn purple
 Keep a few bad bitches in my circle
 My nuts hang like ain't no curfew
 Bitch, if you wave, then I will surf you
 I flew jet, she flew commercial
 But we still met, later that night
 After my session, she came over
 I was aggressive, and she was sober
 I gave her a pill, she started confessing and started undressing and ask me to hold her
 And so I did, but that was last month
 And now she's texting me, asking for closure
 Damn, she say this shit gon' catch up to me, I keep tissue paper
 We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
 She say she hate that she love me
 And she wish I was average
 Shit, sometimes I wish the same
 And I wish she wasn't married
 Promises, I hope I never break 'em
 Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but
 Interviews are like confessions
 Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like
 Do you love this shit?
 Are you high right now?
 Do you ever get nervous?
 Are you single?
 I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
 You getting money?
 You think them niggas you with is with you?
 And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
 Fucking right, fucking right, alright
 And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
 Fucking right, damn right, alright
 And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
 Fucking right, fucking right, alright
 And we say hell yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah
 Fucking right, damn right, alright, oh, yeah
 Yeah
 Yeah
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah